There’s a boat of roses

She’s got excuses

she called for backup

she held the ladder

she drank the rain she made

and cooked the invisible heart

she found inside the empty seashell

Did you see the deer that live on the beach?

They row into the night

into your dreams

into the trash

the green ghosts left behind

because they never sort out their business

before they escape to the next bed on the map

The next bed

The next map

She’s got a brain made of flowers

she’s a gold and blue fool

So if you want to find her

she may be walking with those sandy deer

slicing the moon like cake

under the witches’ favorite trees